Gratitude in InterludeI used to watch people. I used to watch married couples. Their smiles, the small touches, the gestures, secret kisses, unique embraces The way they looked at each other. I watched close friends, their practised banter inside jokes and interchangeable sp...

Thanksgiving 2016Driving out over the highway, where the roads are long and broad and never-ending. I wanted them to go on forever, simultaneously, the thought of walking someplace entirely new, getting lost with you lights speckling doorways and window awnings neon si...

October 17, 2016Central Park was in the bloom of Autumn. it was very chilly, but not cold. Maybe because the sun was out. Possibly because I was holding your hand. You didn't like the noise. Or the crowds. I could see the energy stealing yours. I was afraid to touch you. ...

This DanceFluid I move, fingertips cold, raise arms and flow, move energies with force that imperfection like art, does not explode but slowly dissolves and ingrates with the core of your being. dance with me slowly, and we’ll talk awhile, about magic and spiri...

Sandy Hook, 2012A/N: So back in 2012, I wasn't very familiar with current events and the like. So, I was oblivious during the time of the Newtown Sandy Hook shooting. Recently (VERY recently) I happened across a video that covered the whole story. After a little extra rese...

A Reign of Fire (A Rain of Fire)(Author's note- This poem may be hard to understand and I advise everyone to read the explanation in the ending after reading the poem once, and then rereading the poem a second time for deeper understanding) A silent night, peaceful and pleasant, interrup...

It's ok to CrySalty shine from within the eyes, are a common sight for most. but there is always the endangered human, who acts like they’re a ghost. She was one of the rare few, who hid behind her wall that was built into her system, she knew so well, she made sure no o...

PearlIn the ocean mankind usedto stand, for we all start out as agrain of sand. Until we transform tosomeone grand, Like her, extraordinarygirl. And here is a story, a snippet of her lifejourney, all part of her history, and how she dreamed ofbecoming a pe...

The Median ManHe used to be someone's wee little babe, soft, innocent and pure. But now his eyes are a white ocean, with red currents and yellow bays. His mouth slightly open, as if the wind has stolen his words. He is surrounded by two worlds, that flow in different d...